Visitors to the Hall of Power at the New York World’s Fair of 1939 ride the novel “moving stairs.”
The longest escalator in the world is found in the St. Petersburg Metro system, up to 433 feet (132 meters) long.
Some folks are still not clear on the concept:
Only in America
Advicing good
Inconceivable!
I’m tempted to shout ‘Merica! but this is obviously somewhere in Asia
Guerrilla art
There we go: ‘Merica! At the Westfield Garden State Plaza in Paramus, NJ.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
Playing in the World Game 
I find the presence of escalators for a few steps up really funny.
I’ve seen those thick crowds waiting for the escalator while just a few people saunter up the stairs and beat them. That’s funny. But it always drove me mad to see people standing on the left side of a double-wide escalator, blocking those who walked on the left side, the passing lane. D%$#^%$@!!!! tourists!
The public is a bunch of idiots.
Well, when the public plays tourist, it’s pretty darned stupid. When I tell people here about how to manage the DC tourist experience, telling them to stand on the right on the escalators is #1. Then I tell them why city people don’t seem as friendly as country people do.
Then if I remember, I try to teach them how not to get mugged. But I was absolutely hornswoggled by one guy who told me his sad experience. He and his wife drove to Metro. His wife had put her purse in their trunk, and they locked the car and went to DC on the Metro. When they came back, they were shocked, shocked, I tell you, to find that somebody had busted the trunk open and stolen the purse. Rather like somebody I knew who was shocked to have her purse stolen from the back of her chair in a restaurant. And another person who was shocked to have her purse stolen from her unlocked desk drawer. Sometimes people’s innocence shocks me.
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